Honey Making

Radical Honey

1. Late Middle English 'of, or related to, the root': from late Latin radicalis, from Latin radix, radic- 'root', 'going to the origin'.

2. (especially of change or action) relating to or affecting the fundamental nature of something; far-reaching.

[Honey] noun.

A food made by bees collected from the nectar and pollen of flowers, known for its sweetness and its healing properties.

Radical Honey stands for sacred activism through connection, community, creativity, and cultivating wonder, reclaiming, snuffling out the 'real' beneath the surface, small beauties, dancing bravely in the edge places, foraging, mindfulness, acknowledging what is broken and calls for mending, cutting, or weaving into a new cloth, open hearts and soft bellies, kindness, the power of vulnerability, everyday acts of small subversion, wild acts of fierce courage, and the quiet magic of a whistling kettle and a nice cup of tea.

Telling the Bees

There is an old English custom which says that bees should always be told of important events in a beekeeper's life; of a birth, of hearts entwining in love, and especially of a death. In this way we weave ourselves into the honeyed song lines of all that is and our lives become a sweet prayer... (Image: Rima Staines http://rimastaines.com)

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About Me

is a writer, poet, hedgepriestess, tutu wearer, and a lover of everything that is soft bellied and smells of the wild earth. She loves to seek out edge places; the hedgerow, the river, the fen, the wasteground, the song, and the wild and tangled imagination. She believes that happiness and the seeing of beauty are radical acts of rebellion.
As a psychospiritual counsellor she has worked with the dying and the bereaved, with gypsy travellers, and with young children and, over the last fifteen years, she has led workshops and spoken internationally on the Divine Feminine and connection to the land as sacred.
Jacqueline’s inspirations include the world of foraging and folklore, the friendship of crows, the ‘feeling sense’ of words, hedgerows, canals and rivers, chalk landscapes, selkies, and everything about fungi and bees. In another life she would like to be a mycologist/librarian/lock keeper and is sure that such people must exist! She loves tea shops, deadnettles, tardigrades, glitter, herons, and cats, and has been described as a “word witch”, a "lovely black feathered thing", and "a magically delicious cup of toadstool tea"...

Of Hedgerows and Heron Wings

For two years I lived part-time on a riverboat; honey for my soul in every sight and every sound, in every waking and every soft rocking to sleep. Each memory of that time is a prayer to beauty and to freedom, each storm-wing heron feather found and each electric blue kingfisher glimpsed a neverending blessing.